Ahhhhh...... in the early morning, fall is in the air. I am so ready. Everything with more than four legs needs to go. I think I am winning the bug battle but none of it's been fun. Those itches still itch.
We've had some decent weather in the past week or so but I am still glad to see summer and all it's muggy buggy days history.
I want a hot cup of tea and socks on my feet. When I go outside I want everything covered. I'm not looking forward to winter but a little frost would be a good thing.
I wasn't kidding when I said I was going to freeze my knitting.
That's Tracery in with the ice cream. I was working on it when I first felt itchy on Tuesday night. Goodness knows what might be living in it. I'm not taking any chances so I'm keeping it frozen for 24 hours then I'm putting it in time out for a week. That should do it.
In the meantime, I've reconnected with a fall project I know has been sealed up since last Christmas. Trying to figure out all those cables is hurting my brain though.
The itching is better but not gone. Along with my three daily salt soaks, I've been concocting up some lotions and potions using my soap making stash. It's helping along with a spritz of.......Windex. Yes, you read that right. People swear by it and in desperation I gave a small patch a squirt and it worked. I'm not sure about doing by whole body in it though. Listerine has also been helping in those small, really itchy spots.
My daily activity is centered here. I am afraid to sit on anything comfortable until I am sure the buggers are gone for good. I'm also afraid to go outside and it's still a long time until that first killing frost. Sigh.
Thank you, thank you, thank you Sandy O'Brien for suggesting in my comments yesterday that I might have a....ahem, bug problem. Last week we had glorious weather and I was outside enjoying the sunshine on more than one occasion. I usually stay under the umbrella but since it was so nice, I sat in the sun under the trees. Big mistake. I distinctly recall flicking a tiny red bug-most likely a mite that dropped out of the trees, off my shoulder when sitting and picking fleeces last Tuesday. If there was one, there was probably a herd that hitched a ride inside in my hair and on my clothes resulting in four days of complete misery. I'm not kidding when I say I look like I have the measles. It's been awful but at least now I have a plan of action. I've actually been through this before a few years ago. You'd think I'd have remembered it.
First I debugged myself and the dogs. Since I know Dawn works great on fleas, I covered everybody with a bubbly layer from head to toe and scrubbed away.
Then I soaked in some Epsom Salts just in case anything lingered.
All my spots got a dose of oils, lotions and rubs-the more the better.
Later, I took another bath with my magic goat's milk and peppermint soap from Delighted Hand's recipe. Ahhh.....
I even made up a batch of clay and charcoal glycerin soap for my raw face. It has honey, hemp, coconut and shea as a base and tea tree essential oil as its fragrance. Ahhhh....
Then it was off to purge the house. Every nook and cranny got vacuumed.
Everything I've touched got washed. Twice. The I used up an entire lint roller rolling everything in sight including my knitting, which I am afraid to touch. I read you can put it in the freezer for 10 minutes to kill mites. Tomorrow.
The machines have been running non stop all day but at least I have the promise of relief and maybe a good night's sleep. Ahhhh.....
On Monday, I had an itch so I scratched it. Then I had another and another. By Wednesday I was covered in spots. I was pretty miserable. Still am. Poison Ivy? A virus? Dunno but I'm too damn old to be covered in calamine.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Of course it was, because it was the day all the kids went back to school. It's been hot and miserable all summer and as soon as it becomes nice enough to go outside the kids are back inside for school. It always seems to work that way around here.
I celebrated my fifth back to school as a retired teacher by sitting on my deck with a big bucket of wool that needed picking. There was a time I thought I needed a picker to do this job but I'm glad I never bought one. It's my favorite part of processing a fleece.
Pulling it all apart into piles of airy fluff for the carder is the perfect way to spend an afternoon-as long as you stay upwind and remember not to touch your eyes until you wash your hands. Don't ask me how I know this.
When I get this box full of picked Texel I'll be in the carding business again. I really want to turn it into a cardigan someday but that's a long way off from here.